A poet

My dear one, untouched by the harsh winds, You’ve yet to face lifes heavy burdens. Those who fought for truth alongside poets, For the lonely, God is their light in the wilderness. Galloping like Kulager with fiery passion, I’ve never bowed to a princess of the khans. With poetry that pierces a thousand hearts, Oh Creator, be a companion to Your lonely one! I have never diminished the worth of simple verse, And I’ve never regretted a life that wasn’t in vain. I remain at the edge of an unhealed wound, Standing in the path of a piercing, howling wind. If only my bright dawns never fade, I’ll make the world turn its gaze to my words. The thirty-two words spoken from my mouth, I know, will echo across thirty nations.